By bringing together elements of photographic technology and process, aesthetics, politics and cleaning products in an immersive, experimental and original whole, this project explores the aesthetics and wartime ideology of Imperial Japan.

Dusk, that most beautiful moment. With no pattern. Millions of images appear and disappear. Beloved people. How unbearable to die in the sky.

Gazing at the sky in the quiet dusk, while listening to the sparrows gather in a large tree, I was reminded of Coppée’s essay titled “Sunset.” The last chorus of the day was perhaps the prayer to the setting sun. The dusk, the time for withering, as Novalis said, is approaching. It is indeed peaceful. But it is also a very lonely sunset.

[...] When I gaze at the ocean as dusk gathers, and am as relaxed as I am just now, I feel the need to seriously question why people ever have to hate one another and to cross swords. [...] Why do we have to spend the springtime of our lives in such misery as this, and all in vain? [...]

By bringing together elements of photographic technology and process, aesthetics, politics and cleaning products in an immersive, experimental and original whole, this project explores the aesthetics and wartime ideology of Imperial Japan.

Dusk, that most beautiful moment. With no pattern. Millions of images appear and disappear. Beloved people. How unbearable to die in the sky.

Gazing at the sky in the quiet dusk, while listening to the sparrows gather in a large tree, I was reminded of Coppée’s essay titled “Sunset.” The last chorus of the day was perhaps the prayer to the setting sun. The dusk, the time for withering, as Novalis said, is approaching. It is indeed peaceful. But it is also a very lonely sunset.

[...] When I gaze at the ocean as dusk gathers, and am as relaxed as I am just now, I feel the need to seriously question why people ever have to hate one another and to cross swords. [...] Why do we have to spend the springtime of our lives in such misery as this, and all in vain? [...]